Within each of us there is a core discovery that needs to be made if we are going to become well.

In a direct yet compassionate style, Misa Hopkins reveals the reason so many of us don't get well-even though we have tried a variety of treatments and solutions.

There is a growing acknowledgement in contemporary spiritual thought that we are the creators of our own reality, including our health. Hopkins shares real-life stories demonstrating that healing is not just the result of finding the right cure, but rather a personal opportunity to create wellness by engaging the sacred flow of Divine consciousness. Without promoting any particular healing methodology or spiritual practice, she provides us with simple steps-a guidebook-for accessing the healing power and wisdom that already lives inside.

Hopkins candidly takes us into the successes of her own healing as she uncovered and transformed secret needs being met through her life-challenging illnesses. She shows us how illness can actually meet profound subconscious emotional needs, causing us to remain sick, and then she teaches us how to invite our subconscious worlds into alignment with our conscious desires. The result of this alignment is the ultimate root of all healing-a new level of our own Divine awareness and power awakened.

Excerpt

In 1994, I received a call from my brother telling me my mother was in the hospital and not expected to live through the week. I had not spoken to my mother in two years because I had chosen to take some time away from her in order to do some deep emotional healing around our relationship. My brother and I sensed she wanted some closure before she crossed over, so I made the decision to go to her quickly. While making the trip home, I reassured myself I would create emotional safety and understanding with my mother so that I could continue my life, and she could cross over with love and resolution between us. We had not seen each other for two years, and from the perspective of some, I was the prodigal daughter returning home. From my perspective, I had finally completed enough of my personal physical and emotional healing to be able to hold space for the emotional pain she was in and had been in most of her life.

When I arrived at the hospital in the late afternoon, I was told a nurse had given her an extra dose of morphine because family and staff were concerned about how Mom would react to me coming home. Deep inside I knew Mom would be just fine. Because I no longer carried anger and resentment toward my mother, I was confident I could stand calmly in my center with whatever feelings she might be having at this time. By holding both of us in this sacred way, I knew I could help her access her own truth and finally experience some deep emotional tranquility. Knowing my mother, I was certain she would want to make peace with me before releasing herself from this physical world, and I was ready to help her find her freedom.

Taking a deep, centering breath, I walked into her room, over to her bedside, and reached for her hand. I told her I had resolved the painful memories of my childhood and that everything was all right. She looked deep into my eyes, like a child hoping to find acceptance, asking for my forgiveness. Finally she found the words to tell me she was sorry and assured me she loved me. I didnít tell her I forgave her. I told her I understood. After years of inner healing work, I knew real forgiveness comes when the resentments are gone and in its place we truly understand the source of our own pain and the pain of others.

We talked a while with a depth of regard and concern I had never experienced before that day. As the sun fell behind the hills, my mother grew quieter as the morphine finally demanded she sleep. Without even thinking, I started humming to her, the same way I hummed my brothers and sister to sleep when I was a child. A beautiful Native American chant, unknown to me until that moment, spontaneously welled up from my heart and as my mother listened she wept, perhaps her own Native blood stirred by the music.

The doctors didnít know what was wrong with my mother. She was too weak for exploratory surgery so they put her on a penicillin drip for any possible infection along with some morphine for the pain, and given her condition, recommended the family be called. After singing my song, and without any warning, I discovered the source of her current physical pain. I could suddenly see inside her body where I observed what I would describe as a bronchial infection. I could see nothing wrong with her heart, which was a major source of concern to her doctor. Silently, I asked her spirit what she needed. I then saw a beautiful and bright emerald green light fill the places inside her where I had seen the infection. I watched in quiet awe as the green transformed into white and the vision disappeared.

About an hour later, my dad, brothers, nieces and nephews found their way to Momís room. Instead of lying weakly on the bed like a woman who was getting ready to die, my mother was sitting up in bed laughing with the rest of her rowdy family, cheeks full of color and beaming. When the doctor came in to check on her, he looked puzzled as Mom asked him when she could go home. He had to agree she was looking much better, held her a day for observation and sent her home, assuming the penicillin drip had helped her. She stayed with us here on earth for another three months before finally making her journey to the other side.

I received a profound gift from my mother before she left this earth. After witnessing the power of love, sound, and intention heal my mother, I launched myself into an even deeper journey of my own emotional and physical healing, eventually evolving into opportunities to help others as well. Since that day, sometimes on my own and sometimes with the help of competent physicians, alternative healers, and my own energy medicine I have healed myself from a life-threatening hormone imbalance, and a collapsing ovary and fallopian tube. I completely sealed up a cut, normally requiring stitches, within less than 24 hours using sound and intention. I have stopped colds with nothing more than sound and symbols, healed infections with light and sound, and freed myself from limitations of multiple sclerosis using my own sound medicine.

Those I have known who have embraced their healing journey have further shown me that the true power and measure of our existence here on earth is in how we live out our lives. Because illness insists we pay attention to how we are living, healing becomes an opportunity to look at what truly gives meaning to our lives. As we determine what is truly important to us, we discover the essence of who we are. This may be the single greatest gift the healing journey gives to us.

A year or so before my father died, I asked him what he perceived to be the mission of his life. He bowed his head thoughtfully, then looked intently into my eyes and said, "Iím here to suffer for the people." My father was a deeply spiritual man, so when I asked him to explain it was no surprise to hear him tell me he willingly accepted suffering so that others would not have to. For him, this was a form of prayer. Both of my parents died from cancer. Indeed they both suffered greatly before they made their journey to the other side of the veil. At least I have the comfort of knowing my father accepted suffering willingly, finding personal strength by offering it up for the well-being of others. I also realize he may have chosen suffering that was never necessary for him to endure.

However, because of his willingness to share his mission with me, I learned something important about healing from my father. When illness grabs hold of me and I am suffering, I remind myself that my father and other compassionate people who have gone before him have offered prayers that their suffering be the last suffering. Then I ask myself if I am willing to receive the gift of their prayers.

Because of my mother and fatherís influence, and their painful deaths, I am devoted to healing myself and supporting others in finding freedom from pain. Some of the discoveries I share may seem unbelievable, others may seem extremely obvious, and when it comes to healing I find it is the obvious that often eludes us. Because I now allow myself to enter fully into the mystery of healing, without so many preconceived concepts or sole reliance on conventional treatments, seeming miraculous occurrences become normal occurrences. I look at some of these "miraculous" healings with the realization I have witnessed only the surface of the potential that lives within us all.